Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 103 [103] The Fall of the Evil Raven God: The Secret Realm Competition Begins (6000)

The ground was covered with cracks, the vegetation was withered, and the autumn wind should not have been so bleak. Looking around, even the tree trunks themselves had lost all vitality.

On both sides of the road, the farmland still had some rice straw remnants and withered skeletons of living things. It was so desolate, as if it had experienced an unprecedented famine, even more terrible than a locust swarm.

A tall figure dressed in a black wizard's robe appeared here at some unknown time, took a deep breath, and seemed to hear the low rumble of some ancient behemoth.

Then, she gently blew a breath towards the scene in front of her.

Suddenly, the aura grew stronger, causing changes in the airflow and creating a huge gale that swept everything into the air.

The turf, rice paddy soil, and desolate forest were all torn to shreds by the gale, exposing what was buried beneath the soil: tiny, reddish-black strips of flesh, seemingly enraged, attempting to spring forth and charge towards the figure.

But floating in the air, they had no leverage to pull themselves up, and their bodies twisted comically. Their sheer number was terrifying; if an ordinary person were here, they would have been scared half to death long ago.

"Nonsense." The figure in the black wizard's robe sneered, an arrogant and domineering aura erupting from him, accompanied by the faint sound of a dragon's roar.

Centered on the figure in the black wizard's robe, an invisible, subtle fluctuation began to spread, as if it were an extreme pressure. The ground sank inch by inch, and the air seemed to be condensed together as if held by a giant hand.

boom!

The tiny red, fleshy worms floating in mid-air all turned into dust.

The dragon wizard flicked his sleeves and strode toward the center of the Mayan kingdom. His aura was constantly building up, even affecting the clouds in the sky behind him, causing them to distort.

High in the air, in a strange, indistinct state, a figure dressed in a yellow wizard's robe tugged at a thin red filament of flesh with a look of surprise in his eyes.

It is very flexible and adaptable, and can be shaped into any form, but it is not very strong.

Like paint or graffiti, the twisted, thin strips extended from the small amount of particle energy released by the Dream Wizard, wrapping around the delicate fleshy buds.

In the blink of an eye, the thin red filaments and buds transformed into something resembling graffiti lines, losing their original structure and becoming contained within the lines.

The Dream Wizard snapped his fingers, and the next moment, his figure disappeared and appeared beside the Dragon Wizard, walking in a floating manner. Twisted lines like graffiti surrounded him, seemingly maintaining the stability of his current state.

"It seems this evil god is intelligent and has made the right choice," the Dream Wizard said with a smile.

"He's completely exposed to us. No matter where he runs, it's useless unless he leaves the Dark Lands. But can he do that?" The Demon Dragon Wizard gave a cold laugh, as if he had thought of something, and continued, "This evil god's plan seems to be to use the power absorbed by the entire Mayan Kingdom to confront us directly."

"After all, it's not his true form, so his power is limited. This performance only further demonstrates that he's all bark and no bite."

The Dream Wizard chuckled, "The Spectral Wizard should have been watching us the whole time, so there's no need to worry about anything going wrong. It's my first time encountering an evil god, and I'm quite curious too. Shall you go first, or shall I?"

"There's no need for the Dream Wizard to take action. This is my territory. I can handle it myself. It's just an incarnation of an evil god. I don't know how much power it consumed to pass through the barrier between the outer space and the inner world. There's no need to be overly nervous."

The dragon wizard spoke with confidence. He was a bloodline wizard, and his extraordinary bloodline made him a level two extraordinary being, capable of reaching the level of a level two wizard.

In terms of strength among the current official wizards in the Underdark, he is second only to the Rhine Wizard and the Bone Wizard.

The Dream Wizard gave a helpless smile. His appearance was still unclear and hazy. When the gaze focused on his face, it was always impossible to make out his specific features.

"Then let's do as you suggest, Dragon Wizard."

The Dream Wizard vanished, as if merging into nothingness, to view the world from a different perspective.

The convergence of countless colors forms this world, lines are everywhere, as if this is the true reality of the world. The figure of the Dream Wizard is also outlined in yellow, distorted and abstract, with another distorted image of the same color beside him.

The deep darkness seemed to absorb all light, bringing a sense of fear that came from the depths of one's soul. The figure in the wizard's robe was not tall, but rather very thin, like a child.

The voice of the Ghostly Wizard drifted out, "The Dream World is indeed unique. It is said that it does not belong solely to the Wizarding World, but is also connected to many other worlds and planes. It is the place where dreams from the entire universe converge."

"Dream Wizard, in your current state, even if I wanted to intervene, it would be extremely difficult, and I wouldn't even know where to begin. Your current strength is probably no less than mine."

"You jest, Wizard of the Dark Light. The difference in strength is not something that external forces can overcome." Wizard of Illusion chuckled, then shrugged and said, "No wizard can explain the existence of the dream world clearly. Countless ancient wizards have only been able to understand the tip of the iceberg through their exploration and research, summarizing it as 'infinite possibilities'."

"There are quite a few special realms in the wizarding world that resemble the dream world. Even I, one of the official wizards in headquarters, often feel my heart pounding with fear," the Dream Wizard said meaningfully, recalling some special scenes and sensations he had seen through the Dream Eye and the dream perspective.

He wasn't lying; on the contrary, he even held back some information. Just from his senses, he could confirm that at least five formal wizards were involved in some research on the inner world and outer space, and some had even entered certain special levels of space in their true forms.

These slots do not include wizards who own wizard towers.

The Dream Wizard glanced discreetly at the figure of the Gloom Wizard, realizing there was one more to be excluded.

A soft, girlish voice, like that of the Ghostly Wizard, rang out, "The drawbacks of bloodline wizards are still difficult to change, and the Dragon Wizard's condition is becoming increasingly abnormal."

The Dream Wizard remarked with a sigh, "The power of extraordinary bloodlines is a shortcut, allowing for a transformation in strength much faster than ours. With so many advantages, there are bound to be disadvantages; time is the greatest enemy of bloodline wizards."

"The power of extraordinary bloodlines is the source, and naturally it is also subject to the power of bloodlines, and is influenced by the habits of the corresponding extraordinary creatures, genetic fragments, and even the inherited consciousness information in the bloodline."

The Ghostly Wizard nodded, agreeing with the Dream Wizard's statement.

The more powerful the bloodline of a supernatural being, the more this is true. In fact, some special supernatural beings can survive in their supernatural bloodlines even after they die.

The path of a bloodline wizard is difficult, the key being to break the shackles of bloodline, suppress it, and get rid of the influence of those fragments of will.

"Being affected in temperament is not a fatal weakness. If the Dragon Wizard can realize it himself, the Dark Lands may produce another veteran formal wizard."

The Dream Wizard laughed, and some yellow line drawings beside him began to come alive and dance.

The veteran, formal wizards they referred to were not judged by time, but by their level of strength, belonging to the top tier of their current level.

Boom!

A violent explosion occurred in the capital of the Mayan kingdom, and an invisible force wave propagated from the ground into the air, creating a terrifying amplitude and a horrifying scene.

All the buildings in the capital city turned into dust and vanished into thin air during this vibration.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a thick layer of ash and debris had accumulated, filling the moat and revealing numerous human skeletons. From afar, the capital of the Mayan kingdom resembled a massive mountain, now giving it the appearance of a tomb.

Roar!

A roar resounded, and terrifying dark fire elemental energy breathed out from the tomb, piercing a large hole in the sky. The strong wind pressure, combined with the suction force, forced the energy back into the hole.

The blood-red, luminous substance secreted active flesh and blood, forming a mud-like substance that clung to the cave entrance, trying to crawl out.

A massive claw, covered in deep black scales that snapped together like armor and gleamed with a dark sheen, suddenly gripped the flesh and pulled it back.

"Wizard, damned wizard, I'm not reconciled!" A venomous voice echoed from the large hole, accompanied by the sharp barking of dogs.

From another perspective, the Dream Wizard and the Spectral Wizard are watching from mid-air.

The Dream Wizard exclaimed in surprise, "True Bloodline Form! The Dragon Wizard is really direct, quite the impatient one!"

Through the gaze of the Ghostly Wizard, it seemed as if he could see through the strange tomb piled high with dust, and see what was happening underground. There was a huge canine covered in bizarre flesh and buds, fighting against another dragon with black wings, covered in black scales, a single horn, a dragon's head, and even its pupils burning with demonic flames.

The giant canine was covered with heads of all sizes, trying to gain the upper hand in the attack. It bit the dragon's body, but could not break through its defenses, and could not find any weak points to parasitize it.

They fall into a direct disadvantage, and the outcome can be decided within five minutes at most.

The Ghostlight Wizard withdrew his gaze. This outcome was within his expectations. The evil god Gendass was not a god skilled in combat. What was more alarming about him was his ability to survive and protect himself.

She came along specifically to prevent this, and the selection of the official wizards to carry out the wizarding missions was also carefully considered.

With his gaze falling on the Dream Wizard, the Gloom Wizard spoke up: "I've troubled you to take action, Dream Wizard. It's highly likely that Gendass has hidden a portion of his essence elsewhere. He's very clever; he left most of his essence in the capital to try and mislead us, and even scattered a large amount of derivative flesh and blood throughout various parts of this human kingdom."

"The Siren Wizard had divined beforehand that there wouldn't be any major problems with this wizard mission. The only thing to watch out for is the resurgence of the evil god."

"I understand. I will use the dream perspective to observe the entire Mayan kingdom and the surrounding area." The Dream Wizard's figure disappeared from the spot.

A dark place.

The wizard cities surrounding this region are generally the ancestral homes of members of the wizard families of this region, with many exchanges of resources and interests, and many extraordinary shops have been established.

The Anton family's ancestral lands are located on the outskirts of Blackgrass Wizard City.

A huge manor was built, and a large number of buildings were also erected nearby, making it almost like a small town.

The location within Blackgrass Wizard City is not something they can covet; it's the private domain of the ten great wizarding families, and even has some connection to their respective schools. The competition within the Underdark headquarters has extended to the wizarding cities outside, and no position or significant stakes will be relinquished.

Of course, in terms of extraordinary shops, those opened by members of wizard families are more numerous and more popular.

There are actually not many wizards belonging to the same school of thought.

While there are many wizards within a school of thought, the chances of them becoming a core lineage are extremely slim.

Often, members of many extraordinary schools of wizards would travel between the two sides, and this was not a limitation.

"The competition in the secret realms is only a few months away. I will serve as your instructor, providing you with special training in various aspects and answering your questions about difficult points in wizarding knowledge and thinking."

In the huge square inside the manor, Hades was speaking in a serious tone. Standing in front of him were figures dressed in wizard robes, both men and women, all of whom were new wizards in this batch.

It's impossible for a family to treat everyone's resources fairly; it also depends on an individual's wizarding aptitude and their wizarding heart.

Zack wasn't among them; his skill level was already a level above, and he didn't need Hades's guidance. Even Hades himself was inferior to Zack in some aspects.

Perhaps, after some time, Zach will be able to advance to the second-level wizard apprentice level, reaching the same level as him.

Hades looked at the new wizards in the square with a hint of pity. This time, the secret realm competition was destined to make them mere supporting characters, highlighting the brilliance of the few dozen or so people.

This situation is also happening in other wizarding families, and the plight of newborn commoners is even more appalling.

Hades recalled the past, how his batch of new wizards were no different, only able to chase after the backs of those figures, never able to catch up.

"Alright, quiet down." Hades' stern tone silenced the discussion in the square. He moved his lips slightly, "Now, let's answer your difficult questions. Raise your hand if you have any."

Mona, standing in the crowd, couldn't help but raise her hand.

This is a descendant of a shaman from a branch of the Ancient Forest Mountain, and he still works in his shop.

Hades smiled. He was a promising talent who might shine in the competition within the secret realm.

He began to answer the questions raised by Mona Anton.

Another secluded open space in the manor was shrouded in a magic array, isolating it and preventing any spying.

A flame of energy appeared on Zak'Anton's right hand, and it was constantly receding. If Wang Ya were here, he would recognize it as the [Fearful Flame] sorcery.

The next moment, an energy flame burst forth on a metal test dummy not far away. The high temperature and the scattered light caused a cracking sound, which made Zack frown.

Clearly, he was not very satisfied with witchcraft.

Subsequently, fire element particle energy magic, scarlet heat magic, and even fire demon fear magic were all unleashed.

He paused while unleashing the Roar of the Flame Demon, unable to complete it, and finally dissipated the flames and particle energy fluctuations from his body.

"Isar's sorcery is truly powerful!" Zack muttered to himself, his pupils reflecting the burning metal test doll, seemingly lost in thought.

Then, his eyes hardened just as much. "I am not a substitute for anyone else. Even without using Isar's magic, I can prove it to my father."

Click!

A strange sound suddenly rang out in the open space, like wood rubbing together and joints turning. Zach slowly raised his right hand, his palm covered with particle energy fluctuations. It was a feeling completely different from the witchcraft he had experienced before, carrying a cold and inert quality.

The elongated shadow beneath his feet began to twist and undulate, and in the next moment it transformed into a three-dimensional form, truly standing up and appearing behind Zach.

The shadows gradually faded, revealing the wooden structure, including the joints and neck. It was a wooden doll with a face exactly like Zack's, with almost no difference.

"Even my father doesn't know my secret," Zack said with a deep look in his eyes. "The power and unpredictability of the Puppet Wizard are enough to secure me a top-three spot in the Secret Realm competition."

This is a wizarding tradition passed down from ancient times. He found it in a Black Sun ruin. It was quite a coincidence that it had been investigated by his family many times before, so there shouldn't have been any omissions.

Perhaps this was ordained by fate!

In the sparsely forested primeval forest, Gray's pupils reflected the approaching crimson tiger, its burning flames and ferocious fangs threatening to tear him apart at any moment.

"Get out of the way, Gray!" Mas roared from behind. His cross-shaped longsword was already broken, and the large number of thorny vines formed by his low-level sorcery could not keep up with the speed of the Crimson Flame Tiger.

Roar!

Gray wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced with lingering fear at the corpse of the Crimson Tiger beside him.

Mas was using his broken longsword to cut through the body of the Crimson Flame Tiger. When he looked at Gray, there was a hint of envy on his face. "The magic array is really good. It can save your life. It might even be very useful in the competition in the secret realm."

A faint aquamarine halo still lingered on Gray's chest; it was a residual effect of the Water Protection spell, which would soon disappear. He chuckled, "Indeed, it's good. I've always had good luck. However, no external objects or spells can be used in the secret realm competition."

"That's true. If it were really usable, then we freshmen wouldn't need to participate at all. We could just watch the performance of the wizard families' freshmen." As he spoke, Mas used his short sword to dig out the fangs of the Crimson Flame Tiger.

"Mastering wizard meditation, practicing witchcraft, completing wizard missions, and studying extraordinary subjects—I really don't know how I've managed to persevere for the past year or two." Mas sighed with deep emotion. He had matured a lot and honed a true wizard's heart.

Mas asked Gray, "My mental strength is only thirteen, you should be higher than me, and you also have mastery of witchcraft. You're really freakish, at least you've mastered two low-level witchcrafts."

Gray scratched his messy hair and said with a grin, "We're all pretty much the same. Compared to the new students of those wizarding families, we're far behind."

"Just do your best. Anyway, there are still six months left. How much you can improve and learn is unknown. Just give it your all. Even if you fail, it doesn't matter." Matthew comforted Gray instead.

Although the latter was smiling, his eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Failure? That's really not certain.

The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and a sense of desolation gradually filled every corner of the dark place.

With the changing seasons, in a few months, it will be the cold winter, with the arrival of snow-covered landscapes.

Inside the laboratory, an barely suppressed laugh echoed, and everyone could hear the joy in it.

Wearing the lab coat, Wang Ya had never felt such joy before. It was the happiness of finally reaping the rewards after countless hardships, a joy that came from the bottom of her heart and was filled with satisfaction.

He stared intently at the creature in the incubation chamber, its constantly secreting flesh and blood, and the dripping black, fleshy liquid, which appeared so perfect to him.

This is an indescribable creation!

It seemed to come from the filth of hell, thick and turbid, with black feathers densely covered in black liquid, and the bird's body spread its wings within it, like a fallen angel. Its legs were long and slender, and its claws were as black as agate, reflecting a deep light. Staring at it for a long time could even cause one to feel a sense of disorientation.

Its body was featherless, covered only in grooved flesh that still writhed, with black, fleshy tentacles baring their claws on its surface. The head still retained some of Harak's original features, but now had a bony, single horn with a chilling white color.

His pupils were as black as ink, flowing with black liquid, as viscous as oil, and he looked at Wang Ya's figure outside the warehouse wall, his gaze unchanged as always.

But the other changes are much greater. If Wang Ya wanted, he could transform Harak in his current state into another form or species at any time, covering his body with wing-like feathers, without any problem.

This is a creation full of infinite possibilities and complementarity.

The splashing black liquid splattered against the warehouse walls, and Wang Ya could not hide his excitement, his pupils shimmering with tiny blue light.

New data and information belonging to Harak were presented to him.

I didn't update because I fell asleep last night. The next chapter will probably be around 4 or 5 am. I'll see if I can make up for yesterday's chapter today.

(End of this chapter)